Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Right Said Fred

 


10 comments:

Dad Bones said...

Stirring my brandy with a nail, said the poet.

Looks like Fred's stirring up The Dude with a twister.

The Dude said...

Hurricane Fred hit, it didn't look like that, but it did sound like that.

Amartel said...

Lock it down and keep the animals indoors!

The Dude said...

The storm passed over and all is well. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

ndspinelli said...

Saw a water spout in Florida once. Pretty cool.

The Dude said...

I was swimming in the Atlantic when one formed not far from me. They require too much energy to last long, I wasn't concerned.

Amartel said...

You are too sexy for this party!

The Dude said...

That is true.

MamaM said...

What poem? she wonders, until Tom shows up with the goods.

Hard to pick a favorite verse out of the batch, with the idea of a stirring nail creating a fine picture by itself, and these two adding weight for of consideration.

Punctuated birds on the power line
In a studebaker with the birdie joe joaks
I'm diggin' all the way to China with a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys

You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow

Pin your ear to the wisdom post
Pin your eye to the line
Never let the weeds get higher than the garden
Always keep a sapphire in your mind
Always keep a diamond in your mind


With punctuated birds, power lines, silver spoons, weeds, fumbling hangmen and hole diggers appearing as spinning spouts on the horizons of Levity and Life, fixing one's eyes and ears on wisdom and the line while focusing on beauty and whatever else a diamond might represent, comes through as sound advice!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkFtSnjOr-A&ab_channel=QurokQuor

Dad Bones said...

I'd never seen that video, MamaM. Those were the people who, as Hank Williams put it, knew what the back side of a mule looked like. We had hurricanes and tornadoes back then plus horses and mules that had to be convinced to get in front of those plows and pull on days when they didn't feel like it any more than the sharecroppers who walked behind them.